For friends... do but look upon good Books: they are true friends, that will neither flatter nor dissemble.
Francis Bacon
[Chorus]
Gonna love ya till the cows come home
Gonna love ya baby all night long
Gonna love ya lordy me oh my
Gonna love ya till the day I die
You're begging me to stay
But I'm laughing in your face
You're so desperate
Not to let those years of care
All go to waste
But it was you who wanted love
I am a poor wayfaring stranger
While journeying through this world of woe
Yet there's no sickness toil nor danger
In that bright land to which I go
I'm going there to see my father
Twiddly Dee fe fi fo fum
There's a giant sleeping and his pants are undone
He shows no pity for anyone
He's sure to be killed before the morning comes
Twiddle my fingers and I twiddle my thumb
[Repeat: x2]
Roll out! Roll out! Roll out! Roll out!
[Chorus]
I got my twin glock .40s, cocked back
Me and my homies, so drop that
[Verse 1]
Dear us, we had a gang of ups
Stayed side by side when most split
Consider my constituent, forever I commit
Had much in common, ask Common Sense
As time went, it’s hard to look you up in your iris
I want you to ask yourself one question
If you had twenty four hours to live, what would you do?
That's some deep **** right there, a lot of pressure
How would you handle it?
Mase, what would you do?
Grace, what have you done?
Murdered for me on that cross
Accused in absence of wrong
My sin washed away in your blood
Too much to make sense of it all
Bitter pill to swallow
Slidin' down my throat
Bitter pill to swallow
How it makes me choke
How the hell am I gonna find
Happiness and peace of mind
So sure, so sure you are
Nothing can,touch you know
I need to know
But you're forgetting me now
Slow down, don't be so
Eager to let me go
